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2011-04-01

Why is everything so LOCO???

Everything is nuts here on the farm. I have the Terrorist back now and things are mad as usual. This morning I went up to our mail box and I was shadowed by an evil tabby cat with ulterior motives in her feline brain. As soon as I turned my back she clawed her way up my leg. OUCH! Meantime the RMS is hanging 10 still in my art studio. Its hairy tail is still to be seen sticking out of the gap between the rafters. Dog can't reach it. Brooms, sticks and swearing haven't done it. A gun is out of the question. So far the RMS has the highscore on this little war. The Terrorist meantime now she has returned has stubbornly stayed up on the driveway at night sleeping where she can see the house. As soon as I appear it's the usual racket. She moos the dog gets set off and the cats turn up at the door to be let in. Our last remaining chicken aka The Individual turns up next and pecks heck out of the cats. I've just come to the conclusion we're all loco! I'm going off to contemplate the zen of my burnt coffee now....

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Liz

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“‎A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished. Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be done now and things that can be done later. The threat the farm has got on you, the one that keeps you running from can until can't, is this: do it now, or some living thing will wilt or suffer or die. Its blackmail, really.”

― Kristin Kimball, The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love

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